“Matt?”
When he looked back up at her, she leaned in and pressed her forehead to his. “Your eyes don’t bother me. You’re going to think I sound silly when I tell you this, but I think I can almost sense what you’re feeling.”
“You’re not silly, Cara. I can sense you, too.”
“You can?”
“Yes.”
She smiled. “So what am I feeling now?”
His eyes widened. Before he could respond, she lowered her mouth down to his and whispered, “Now show me how much you love me.”
24
Showing
He grabbed her buttocks and shoved her closer to him as Caralas adjusted her leg over his hip. She opened her mouth for his, and he insinuated his tongue between her lips. He tasted the spring water around her teeth. But what made his blood sluice hot in his veins was the smell of her desire. It blended with the scent of her sweat.
This wasn’t going to be one of those quick, informal and unemotional sessions he’d had with those other encounters. She wasn’t closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him. Her body wasn’t shuddering in revulsion from his touch. She was trembling in anticipation. Her need for him was almost emanating off of her in waves.
Yes, he could sense her, and she could almost read him, but their connection was solid, and in time it would get stronger. It would grow and blossom the way the love between his parents had flourished.
This woman was meant to complete him, and he would do everything in his power to keep her safe, happy…
…and loved.
Reaching down between them, he grabbed his length and laid it in the juncture between her thighs. Her pubic hair was soft and already wet, whether from her own juices or from the water she’d squeezed over her skin, he couldn’t tell. He slid a finger between her folds, and she inhaled sharply when he found the taut little nub. He rubbed it, gradually increasing the speed as her body writhed against him. He wanted to taste her, and wished he could savor her at his leisure, but this, their first time, wouldn’t take long before they succumbed. Their exhaustion was catching up to them, and it was only a matter of minutes before they fell asleep.
He guided his erection to her entrance and continued to rub the thick head against her clit. She was close to finding her release. So was he.
He lifted his hips to allow her to slip her other leg underneath him. Taking her thighs in his hands, he pulled her down over him, clasping her soft skin as he planted himself deep within her. Caralas made a little sound in her throat, and he paused to give her body the chance to adjust itself to him. To pump out more of that delicious cream to ease his entry, and to prepare her for what was to come.
He couldn’t raise his legs, but he was able to jut his hips forward and back. At the same time, he held onto her to keep her steady. Her inner core wrapped around him like a satin glove, jacking him off while squeezing him tighter and tighter with every thrust.
Her hands found his face, and she lifted it to guide his mouth to her breasts. Almost hungrily, he latched onto one nipple. At that point, he lost all control of his body. Somewhere he found the strength to pound into her, taking her as deeply as possible before he surged hot and hard inside her.
Caralas stiffened, throwing back her head to cry out. Her nails dug into his cheeks, into his beard, as he continued to ram into her.
Then, as if someone had pulled a plug, Mattox stopped, completely drained and semi-conscious. Caralas wilted, spent. The both of them satisfied, even though it had been a short ride.
“One of these days you’ll surprise me, and we’ll do it missionary style,” she softly teased.
“When I do, it’ll be because I’ve run out of optional ideas.”
With him still embedded within her warmth, his forehead pressed to her breast, he managed to throw his arms around her, gathering her to him so that they were skin to skin. The last thing he remembered was sensing her descending into sleep. Smiling, he followed her.
It was nighttime when he awoke. A slight breeze played around them, keeping them from becoming too hot. Caralas remained asleep, snoring softly. He tried to disengage himself from her without waking her. He should have known better. She stirred.
“Any idea what time it is?”
He checked the sky. “Not a clue, but it can’t be long after dark. The moon isn’t directly above us yet.”
Lifting her leg off of him, he tried to sit up, and paid for his effort as his muscles protested. Mattox groaned loudly. “I think I’m finally paying for what that naydo did to me. I must be one solid bruise under my skin.”
He watched as Caralas reached over to where her clothing lay in a pile under the tree. “The top’s still damp,” she announced, and slipped it over her head. Grabbing her arms, she shivered and laughed. “Ooh, that’s cold.”
He held up an arm. “Come here. I’ll help warm you.”
